



For those of you who might not remember the New Bohemians, "Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box" (and "religion" is similarly defined as "the smile on a dog").

"Where's the Muskrat?" Moominmamma suddenly asked in a horrified voice.
"He wouldn't come," answered Moominpappa. "He said it was unnecessary and undignified for a philosopher to rush about like this. I had to leave him, but I let him keep the hammock."
"Oh, well," sighed Moominmamma. "It's difficult to understand philosophers."
-from Comet in Moominland, by Tove Jansson, trans Elizabeth Portch.
Undiginified indeed.... I never let anything like that stop me.